The theme was Guns/Gunfights.
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You're running.
As fast as you can.
They're after you.
The assasins.
A million on your head, just for killing one person.
Bad idea.
He was a gang leader.
A gunshot lands by your foot. You keep running.
Another.
And yet more still.
How did they find you?
An explosion infront of you.
You turn back to run, but there's a line of Assassins, waiting for you to take one more step, to your death.
You pull a piece of plastic out of your coat along with a remote for all they know.
Its a C4 explosive.
The sh*t storm is coming down right here and now.
You throw it, they try to shoot it down, and fail, then direct fire at you.
You take cover behind a small wooden box.
Uh oh, a wooden box. That won't protect you worth crap.
Too late.
*BEEP*
*WHOOOOOOOSH*
Sharp pain in your shoulder. Ow.
You pull the thing out.
Its a bullet? But...
You look up.
A window.
A window with a person.
A window with a person, that just so happens to be a sniper.
You roll with all the strength you have sitting down, just missing another shot at you.
You rip a section of your shirt off, and wrap it around your shoulder.
"Hmph...", a voice from behind says.
You feel a cold, icy sting on the back of your neck.
"You aren't as hard to kill as i had thought."
A police revolver, issued to elite officers. Hot damn, the law doesn't apply here.
You remove a smoke grenade from your jacket, pull the pin, duck down when he fires, and make a break for it.
"GET HIM!"
You hear cars firing up.
You see a person on a motorcycle, pistol aimed at you.
You pull your pistol out and fire it at his head.
Direct hit.
You hop on and twist the throttle as hard as you can, keeping hunched low to avoid fire.
To be continued if seen fit.
